Growl

That's right, growl.  I'm in a bit of a grumpy mood right now.  I am currently grumpy at:

• Benzoyl Peroxide--Why do you have to bleach out every towel in my house?  I don't like the green towel to have orange spots, or the blue towel to have pinky-purply smears, or the new towels to be ruined.  Could you just stick to your job of taking care of pimples (which, I personally am not so sure you do that well anyway, even though my teens like you) and leave my towels alone?
• Menstrual Cycles--Seriously, why do you have to make women feel so nasty at least once a month?  I am most especially not fond of bloated midsections, sweet cravings that make me feel like Pac-Man (woca, woca, woca...munch, munch, munch!), and the emotional roller coaster.  It's the big joke that when a woman is grumpy a man says "It must be 'that time of the month'", but sadly, it's often true.  Not only does PMS type stuff make me cranky, but it makes me cranky to know that in a few days it will all feel so much better.  Could I just be level-headed through that time of the month instead of some Godzilla-like creature? 
• Getting old...especially as I'm not that old!!!--Slowing metabolism, graying hair, wrinkling eyes, stiffening body...PBBBBTTT! (that's the sound of me sticking my tongue out at old age!)
• Never-ending things such as laundry and weeding.  It would be so nice to say for once, "It's all done!", but we all know the laundry basket is bottomless and the weeds are always growing.  Stink.

Well, I guess that's all right now.  Excuse me as I go consume all the chocolate chips in the house, while folding a laundry load of bleached out towels.  Let's hope I can get up off the ground when I'm through!